It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.

I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.

In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.

So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.

a person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it

Art, if one employs this term in the broad sense that includes poetry within its realm, is an art of creation laden with ideals, located at the very core of the life of a people, defining the spiritual and moral shape of that life.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.